Niree Decarlo Robinson RSS

When I first met my son Niree, he was just 8 years old. I came across this photo recently—me and him wrestling in the grass at his grandmother’s house. Clear blue skies, the kind of day that felt like everything was right in the world. It brings a smile to my face, even now. His mom was pregnant with his little brother Jett at the time. From day one, Niree and I clicked. He figured out pretty quick that I was just a big country kid myself, and he leaned into that. He spent hours outside. And if it had even a hint of danger to it? Oh, he was all in. Climbing trees, skating down steep hills, lighting fireworks he somehow found in the basement… fearless.